Day 6: “Whisper My Name”. Raymond Reddington/Berlin

TBLRSW Day 7/Day 8

Red/Cooper

Whoop i did it! I'm surprised I made it this far. This was a lot of fun. Tho I am grouping these last 2 days together.

The gifs are from one of my fav red/cooper episodes.

I think I like this pairing as both a romantic and platonic relationship because of the dynamic they have. Mostly because it's a dynamic I dont often see between two older men in tv shows.

While they may not necessarily like the decisions the other makes all the time, they have an overlying respect and admiration for each other that surpasses all of their differences.

Also the way they're both super protective of each other is cute. See evidence: Cooper risking his career by threatening the president to stop Red's execution. Red putting his 30 year long "project" to save Cooper's life.

ALSO ALSO the way in this episode Cooper already suspects Red of being a Russian sleeper agent and still does everything in his power to save his life 💖

Ok I'm done.

***please this got flagged for some reason lmao

It's good now, but I think tumblr has something against my agenda.

@theblacklistrareshipsweek, Day 4: “I’ll Take Care of You”.

“What happened, Ressler? You can tell me. The second chance is the least you deserve.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

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The Blacklist Rare Ships Week

DAY 8: Free Theme

Sooo I love the idea of Red, Ilya, and Kat being besties while Ilya and Kat are dating! It gives me HUGE Golden Trio vibes (I may have to invent a sister for Ilya soon to make this badass trio in sync with the Golden Trio). If you don’t get the reference, it’s referring to Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s friendship in Harry Potter. Red replaces Harry, Ilya replaces Ron, and Kat replaces Hermione.

Thank you again @theblacklistrareshipsweek for this event! It was super fun to partake in!

Day 6: “Whisper My Name”. Donald Ressler/Henry Prescott

I think the way Prescott saying Donnie’s name is SO sexy. And Donnie obviously pisses off every time x)) I have a kink and I put it in every fic I write about these two.

Special Agent Donald Ressler.

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Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

Day 4: “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health” or “I’ll Take Care of You”

Whump moments with your favs. If that’s not your jam, alternatively, you may show us the moments they care about each other.

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Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

Day 4: “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health” or “I’ll Take Care of You”

Whump moments with your favs. If that’s not your jam, alternatively, you may show us the moments they care about each other.

Confused? Brush up your memory here: FAQs|Guidelines|Daily Themes|Ship Ideas|

WE TRACK: #the blacklist rare ships week, #TBLRSW (#tblrsw).

Good morning, fellas!

It’s Day 1, “When I First Saw You”. Brush up your memory here: FAQs|Guidelines|Daily Themes|Ship Ideas|

Something to set your creative mood for the day by our glorious host, @yddraigwyllt​

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Ressler/his badge

It was a glorious sunny day, and Donald Ressler would have noticed that if he wasn’t so anxious.

He could swear that enormous goosebumps crawled up and down his spine, curling over his legs, but he forced himself to stand still.

“Donald John Ressler, step forward.”

His legs were a bit itchy when he obeyed the order. At first, he thought he couldn’t take a single step, but then he took a second step, third… The FBI’s Director Newman didn’t seem impressed at all—he just held out his hand and gave Ressler a small brown box. Ressler froze, looking at the box like a child at Christmas, and then opened it.

“DEPARTMENT OF INVESTIGATION.”

“SPECIAL AGENT DONALD RESSLER”

“Congratulations, son,” Newman murmured. “Now move on, I’m busy”.

“Oh… Oh, yes, I’m sorry,” Ressler took a step back. His legs were still trembling, but he looked at his new badge with awe, charmed by the bronze flare of its shape. Donald brushed his fingertips over it, as gentle as he could, and the realization struck him.

Special Agent Donald Ressler.

His heart did a jolt.

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WE TRACK: #the blacklist rare ships week, #TBLRSW (#tblrsw).

Bonus day: Free Theme (Worth more than that)

A/N I couldn’t think up something for Crazy Love, so I just jumped ahead to the free theme and went with ‘worth’ XD I’m not getting full marks! But I hope you all enjoy! ______ Today is a bad day. He feels drained and sick, he should go home, but all he can think about is asking Red if it would be alright to hold him for a while.

He barely understands how it happened.

How Red, criminal, murderer and possible mad-man, snared Donald into his jagged-claw-hands, plucking him over the edge of sanity to stumble straight into that consuming darkness and by extension, into his bed.

It’s not entirely surprising on his part. He’s always had a strange attraction for the man – something he’d tried to hide under veils of snark and sarcasm. But to have Red act on it so… passionately, so intensely has always surprised him.

He still works for the FBI, chasing criminals down like a rabid dog, breaking them down in the confines of the interrogation room, or slamming the doors shut on their cages. But at night, when pale moonlight guides his way, he glides unsteadily into Red’s new luxury apartment, cabin or hotel room, and straight into his arms. They are always frantic. Hands grabbing and gripping on clothes and skin, mouths desperate and wild. Sometimes he believes if he lets go for even a breath, it will suddenly slip away and he’ll never be able to catch it again.

But he has reason to feel like this. Because he knows it can – and it will. Red has no reason to keep him around, no reason to truly care.

Donald is the definition of a convenient fuck.

He sometimes feels like a stray cat Red has decided to give food to when he knocks on the door. There is no reason for Red to keep giving him anything beyond basic affection. Yet he finds himself hungering for it, to the point that his stomach aches at the thought that one-day he will knock and Red will be gone.

So, he treads carefully, hoping to keep the inevitable at bay for as long as possible. He just has to stick to the rules.

He is only allowed to visit during certain hours of the day (8-12 pm at night) – certain days in the week (Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday). He is never allowed to touch Red on his back, and he is never allowed to stay the night. That last one stings, leaving him gaping and bleeding when he prods at the wound too long. Donald likes to hold people. Enjoys the feel of their skin against his, their breath over his face, their warmth seeping into his own. But once they are finished, Red stands, kisses him on the cheek and gives him the privacy to get dressed and leave.

He wishes he was worth more than that.

Today is a bad day. Three agents dead and all because he made the wrong call. Cooper has told him to go home, Liz gave up hours ago trying to coax him out for a drink and all Donald can think about is to visit Red, and hold him until this feeling of absolute agony leaves him.

He’s not supposed to. It’s Friday, Red is busy, he can go tomorrow.

But his feet decide for him, his hands in cahoots with his legs. They guide the car without much consent to the street he longs to be. And before he knows it, he is standing outside Red’s door, hand hovering over the dark wood.

You can’t risk angering him, he knows this, knows it in his bones. Their ‘relationship’ is made up solely of convenience and contract, if he breaks it Red can shut him out. He will stop giving the cat its food. And Donald will starve.

His hand lowers. How the hell has he gotten into the mess? When had he become so desperate for the kindness of a criminal?

When you fell in love with him.

The realization is not surprising or rightfully new, but the clarity of it sends a spring of tears into his eyes, making his breath shudder. Idiot. You’re a fucking idiot.

He turns and storms down to his car. Jumping in he drives back home at some speed. He got himself into this, he’ll get himself out. It won’t be hard, he’s done it before, and he’s seen himself through tougher times than this.

At home he rips open the door only to slam it, drops the keys in the bowl, rips off his jacket and pulls out the phone Red gave him at the start of this thing. He won’t be needing it anymore –

“Ah! Donald!”

He freezes, in the kitchen on his way to the trash. Red is standing in the living room, jacket removed, smiling with a glass of brandy in hand. Donald has no words; speech having fled into ether. Red takes a languid sip and walks closer, “I heard what happened today,” taking a final sip he places the glass on the counter and reaches up, “I thought you might want some company?” to touch his shoulders, to touch his face, and finally to kiss him softly.

Donald feels the air rush out of him in a pained gasp, and before he can think, he’s buried into Red’s shoulder, biting back loud sobs. He half-way expects Red to push him away, to hold him for a moment and then pick up his brandy again, but he doesn’t. He holds on, whispering soothing words into his ear, which seem to pierce straight into his soul.

Donald holds on, breathes him in, and lets the agony his worries seep out of him - at least for today.

It’s unhealthy for me to work with someone like Reddington.

The Blacklist Rare Ships Week Day Four: “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health” or “I’ll Take Care of You”

The Blacklist Rare Ships Week

DAY 2: “Damn, your eyes...”

This is actually what made my heart rate quicken. I’m not even joking! This is the EXACT frame that made butterflies erupt inside my stomach. The second picture is another pic that made my heart flutter.

Look, I know that these are literally the same pics from last time but idgaf. This is all we have of this beautiful pairing!

I will def draw artwork for RayAnne by the end of the week for my fellow shippers so we don’t have to fixate everything on that one masterpiece that is the first picture! I probably will draw a minimalist piece of them bird-watching or something like that. Or maybe them walking in Central Park. Who knows? All I know is that I cannot continue to reuse the same images, haha.